Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Haiku 100- It's different

She opened her new black leather journal. A fresh pad of lined paper gleamed with chemical clarity. She stared at her unmoving hand . When the lanky headboy had done it, it had hurt. A lot. She took to the track field while he busied himself spreading vicious untruths.

She had run back to the track field that morning. The red clay lay clean like blackboard on first day of school. The white lines stretched all around. In the distance lay the 200 m mark. She began to sob on her first step.

Then she'd only felt broken. Now she was.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007


She pulled up her black halter before stepping out from the black 350i. Could he tell this was her first visit? She collected herself and began walking.

Past the bouncers, she took in the sight before her. It was everything she expected. Sans the layers of smoke.
She began to fiddle nervously with her mangalsutra.

Monday, December 03, 2007

I'd rather let Karma weigh their deeds if I were you.